Sunday, April 21, 2013

This May Have Something to Do with Spring

We haven’t moved.
We never will.
We’re where
we’ll always be.

Without a center,
edge or form,
we are Eternity –
to which we

occupy the same
relation, cold
or warm, it does
to you and me

No escaping
where we are.
Why does that
seem so bizarre?


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